The silent auction

In a bustling market of ancient Rome, a young slave girl, with her tiny frame wrapped in a tattered cloak, wandered through the crowded streets. Her delicate features, framed by dark brown eyes, drew curious glances from passersby. But beneath her soft exterior lay a strength that belied her Collins. She had been sold to the highest bidder, her future uncertain. As she passed a merchant's stall, the scent of sweat and exhaustion hung heavy in the air. The slave master stood tall, his presence commanding, as he approached her, his intentions clear.